The life and times of leonie

Well here it is...my first LO of our upcoming miracle.

The title refers to the amount of treatment (eleven) over a period of months (eighteen) that we suffered through reproductive intervention to acheive our pregnancy.

The journalling reads as follows:

It was on the 10th of November 2006 when we got that phone call from Repromed in Adelaide. “Leonie, I have your blood test results”. Ok hit me with it, we failed again didn’t we. Another month down the drain and only one more month to go until it’s all over. But no, that’s not what she said. She said the most magical words in the world. The words we had been waiting to hear for the past eighteen months.
You’re Pregnant!
I couldn’t believe it! I ran in to tell Scott who was getting ready to go into hospital and have his tonsils out. I don’t think he quite believed me. For the next couple of weeks we were walking around on eggshells. Didn’t want to tell anybody but was bursting to all at the same time. But we had been through too much over the past year or so to be hurt again so our lips were kept well and truly fused shut!
On the 3rd of December 2006 we had our last visit with repromed. Sitting in that waiting room, waiting to get called in to see our last scan was agonising. It was almost like being a prisoner on death row waiting for that final walk down the corridor to certain doom. So much was going through my head. What if they had made a mistake and there was nothing there. What if it was just a blighted ovum and my body playing heartless tricks on us? What if it had just never developed into anything and was just a useless ball of cells.
Our doctor came and with it the moment of truth. My last transvaginal scan. Something I wouldn’t be sorry to not have again! And there on the screen in hazy black and white, you appeared. Our little miracle! Your heart was beating so fast and we could see tiny stumps that would develop into your arms and legs. Such an incredibly heart-wrenching and emotional time, and so beautiful to boot! We were told that there was another egg sac in with you but that it was empty. We didn’t mind. You were there and you were healthy and real and I just wanted to hold you in my arms right there and then…..but now the waiting begins.